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Willow’s Song



Willow’s Song   (Free Verse)

The willow’s song, awaiting,
For how long has it been
Buried deep within my skin
Memories that seem so long ago

There lies underneath the Willow
One bough with its head so low
It transcends the moment
Though it looks for tomorrow

Within the willow, deep in its marrow
I succumb to the heat
Of times when we kissed
There under our Majestic Willow

Much has been said,
Though never forgotten
I long for the time
When returning to the Willow

The song cries of this waiting
It never ceases to sound
In the dark of the meadow
I sit against the bending Willow

Wake up from your slumber
Run to my side
Listen to my song
I call you in the dark

Why is it taking so long?
My voice is hoarse yet still strong
I never see your shadow
How can it be so long, long ago?

My voice is trailing
Embraced under the willow
There is but the sound of wind
Slumber comes in the arms of the Willow

©Hélène Vaillant


Journey in the Meadow


Journey into the Meadow

Self constantly adjusting
It does not mean I am trusting
Though I sense and recognize the Star
That is guiding me so far
There remains a constant asking
Thus, I keep the door ajar.

My journey companions are free at my side
Though I challenge my own Self
For want of being left aside
Unbeknownst to me
We have all been taken inside.

The Pearls are bright
The Fox is light
The Amazon is clear
It leads us all near.

In the meadow we learn the verse
We call together, one sound,
The very first,
The Word of Glory,
Sound of Thirst
Satiated with the Sound
All is Golden when found.

The beat resounding and rebounds
Majestic Willow
keep us safe in the meadow.

Raptures of sweetest movement
the heart captures the moment
When the Willow opens its arms
embracing all life with radiating spark
we receive an abundance of all parts.

The sound is just, it is right
No other equal its flight
White Dove coo echo in the Meadow
mingling with the One Sound
Heal in the morrow.
Hélène Vaillant © – Poems